A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

People who are heartless usually have a good sleep quality, even if there is a sound of thunder on the flat ground, Zhou Cheng can quickly fall asleep again.But this time it was different, Zhou Cheng miraculously lost sleep after being woken up.

His head was full of thoughts about the daytime things, and his head was full of Song Zhiyu.

"Song Zhiyu."

"Song Zhiyu."

Tonight's moon is particularly round, and the moonlight shines everywhere, illuminating Zhou Cheng's room as if it were daytime.Zhou Cheng covered his head with a quilt, unwilling to let the moon pry into his secrets, he hid in the quilt, created a secret space for himself to feel at ease, and called Song Zhiyu's name over and over again.

Although Zhou Cheng looks like a person who can't hide a secret, he really has a secret that he has never told anyone else.

……

Zhou Cheng, who just entered elementary school, was not as big and tall as he is now, and because of his mixed race, he looked different from other children, so he would often be ridiculed and bullied by his classmates.That year, Zhou Cheng was seven years old and had just returned to China with his father, speaking broken Chinese.A seven-year-old child is at a loss in the face of a new and unfamiliar environment.

"Why do you look different from us?"

"Are you malnourished and your hair is so yellow? Are you sick?"

"I've grown up so much that I still can't say enough words. My mother said that only the mentally retarded can do this."

"We don't play with yellow-haired monsters."

"Playing with the mentally handicapped will make your grades worse."

"..."

Xiao Zhoucheng often huddled in the corner of the school library, because few people would choose to calm down and study at the age when they should be the most noisy.

As usual, Xiao Zhoucheng was crying silently in the library today.

"Tsk, it's really noisy." Suddenly, another boy's voice came from the bookshelf next door, clear and indifferent, just stating a simple fact.

"But...but I didn't make a sound." Xiao Zhoucheng said aggrievedly. While wiping away his tears with his dirty sleeves, his pitiful big eyes kept falling down. teardrops.

"The sound of breathing is messy and noisy." The boy said calmly, there was no anger in his words, and Zhou Cheng even heard the sound of him turning the pages of the book.

Zhou Cheng held his breath cautiously, but he couldn't hold back the snot in his nose. He quickly took a deep breath, and it was all right now, with a sound of "squeaky", he blew out a loud snot bubble instead.Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the sound of flipping a book next to him, he immediately cried aggrievedly.

"It's worthless, show me what book you're reading." The boy next to him pushed the bookshelves that weren't tightly arranged, creating a gap, and the light couldn't wait to pour out.It was through this gap that Zhou Cheng glimpsed the appearance of the boy next door: pale, alienated, and spiritual, as if a mature soul was trapped in a child's body.

"Move your face away, I'll read a book." The boy spoke again.

"Oh oh oh." Zhou Cheng panicked for a while, and raised the "Andersen's Fairy Tales" in his arms to the boy's eyes.

"Tsk, Fairy Tale Book, you are not special at all." A trace of regret flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Huh?" Xiao Zhoucheng felt a strong disappointment after hearing this sentence, "You don't even look at me, how do you know I'm not special!"

"Does this have anything to do with what you look like?" The boy looked serious.

"Don't you think I'm different from others?" Little Zhou Cheng struggled and clumsily pulled his hair to the boy's eyes.Unexpectedly, the boy burst out laughing: "I'm not as unsophisticated as those old hats."

"What's your name? Then can I be your friend?" Xiao Zhoucheng felt for the first time that a boy's laughter could be so nice.His eyes were frighteningly bright at this moment, and he felt that the person beside him seemed to be an angel sent by God to save his lost child.

"Song Zhiyu." The boy stopped talking after saying his name, and started to read quietly again. Zhou Cheng spoke to him many times, but he was not ashamed to speak. He just quietly looked at Song Zhiyu through the gap in the book, I can't tell why I watched it, I just thought it looked good and wanted to watch it.

"School is over, I'm going home." Song Zhiyu stood up and put the book back in place.Xiao Zhoucheng secretly estimated that he was a head taller than himself.

"Then are you coming tomorrow?"

"Which class are you in? Can I go play with you?"

"Can I...be your friend?"

Xiao Zhoucheng plucked up the courage to ask three questions in a row, and then looked expectantly at Song Zhiyu with wet eyes like a puppy.

"But I don't want to." Song Zhiyu said lightly.

Xiao Zhoucheng was like a bolt from the blue.

"Beasts always travel alone, but cattle and sheep come in groups."

Song Zhiyu dropped a word and left.

Xiao Zhoucheng, who was only seven years old, still couldn't understand what Song Zhiyu said. He just stubbornly felt that his sincerity must be insufficient, so he waited for Song Zhiyu's arrival in the library every day when he was free.

On the first day, he didn't come.

For the first week, he didn't come.

In the first month, I didn't come.

For the first year, he still didn't show up.

Zhou Cheng even began to wonder if he was so heartbroken that day that he had hallucinations.He went from Class [-], Grade [-] to Class [-], Grade [-], floor by floor, class by class, but he didn't see Song Zhiyu.Zhou Cheng didn't see the name of the book in Song Zhiyu's hand that day, so he read all the books on the shelf next to Song Zhiyu's place that day, just wanting to know what was going on in his heart at that moment.

It's not over yet, he wants to read all the books in the entire library, for fear of missing any one, because he is afraid that it is the unread book that contains what Song Zhiyu wants to say to him.

Unfortunately, he has already graduated before finishing the book.

At the age of seven, Zhou Cheng stopped reading fairy tale books because Song Zhiyu didn't like childishness.

At the age of seven, Zhou Cheng wanted to be special, because Song Zhiyu liked being special.

At the age of seven, Zhou Cheng liked Song Zhiyu.

At the age of 15, Zhou's father finally found out that Zhou Cheng was not suitable for studying, and felt that it would be more suitable for his precious son to go abroad for a diploma. Anyway, his father has nothing else but a lot of money.

Just before he was about to leave, he accidentally passed by and saw a familiar name in the window of a certain high school——Song Zhiyu.

He finally spelled the pinyin that he had been repeating in his heart a hundred times into three Chinese characters—Song Zhiyu.

"Excellence Award for Individual Achievements - Song Zhiyu No. [-] in Mathematics"

Song Zhiyu, in the photo, bowed his head, his eyes were covered by his thin bangs, his shoulders were slightly bent, his arms were drooping, and he held an orange certificate with both hands low.

"Dad, I think I can save some more. Let me go to high school, I think No. [-] High School is pretty good!" Zhou Cheng called his father when he got home, and he couldn't hide his joy in his words.

"Which seventh middle school? My son has to go to the first middle school if he wants to go to it!" Father Zhou frowned, realizing that things were not easy, and then thought: "Okay, it must be no problem if my son likes it, Dad will arrange it for you! "

"Hey hey, good."

……

"Hoo hoo..." Zhou Cheng huddled under the blanket and fell asleep.

"Hey hey!" Zhou Cheng woke up from his own laughter.

"Ah!" He suddenly yelled, the sky was already bright at this time, and the alarm clock was already seven o'clock.Pang Dahai stipulates that every student should go to class for self-study in the morning at 07:30. Zhou Cheng is getting up now, brushing his teeth and tidying up. The time is already a little tight.He originally wanted to get up this morning to make breakfast for Song Zhiyu, but Song Zhiyu simply gave up eating breakfast every day in order to sleep more, and didn't cherish himself at all, but it was too late now.Then go out and buy him a copy and take it with you.

However, what to buy is both hungry and nutritious?It took Zhou Cheng 10 minutes to pack everything, and he was already standing in front of the breakfast stand outside, struggling.

He saw the rock uncle selling wontons waving to him, gritted his teeth, and thought, "The most important thing is what he likes to eat!"

"Boss, put more chili oil in a bowl of wontons!"

"okay!"

Zhou Cheng took the packed wontons, fearing that the weather would be cold and the food would be cold and unpalatable when he arrived at school, so he simply kicked the bowls into his school uniform coat and carried them along the way, looking chubby and funny.

It happened to be 29:31 when I arrived at school, and it was already [-]:[-] when I was about to enter the class.When Zhou Cheng arrived, the front and rear doors of Class [-] were locked. People sitting inside, such as Guo Nanxing who wanted to go to the toilet, could not get out, and those standing outside, such as Zhou Cheng who was late, could not get in.Zhou Cheng bit the bullet and knocked on the front door.

"What time is it, ah, come to class!" Fat Dahai's voice passed through the wooden door, directly sweeping Zhou Cheng's mind.

Zhou Cheng stood obediently outside the door, but what he was worried about was that the wontons were cold?

Five minutes passed, and a line was formed at the gate of Class 5, Senior One: Zhou Cheng was holding wontons in his arms and was the first in line; Murong Baobao, who was carrying a huge schoolbag, was standing in the second seat; At this moment, most of the toast in his mouth has been eaten, and Zhang Zhipeng in the fourth position is still on his way by bicycle.

The door came with a "squeak", and the oncoming person was Pang Dahai's cloudy face with big country characters.

"Look, look! Those who are late are a bunch of ghosts and snakes!" Fat Dahai started today's lion roar again, and he gave Zhou Xiaoying a vicious look, signaling her to return to her seat quickly.

"If you could allocate half of the time for dressing up to study, you wouldn't be at the level you are now! Why are you staring blankly, why don't you go back to your seat for morning reading, and you want me to teach you, huh?"

Afterwards, Pang Dahai began to tidy up the remaining two people. He pointed to Zhou Cheng's belly and said, "Protruding forward." Then he patted Murong Baobao's schoolbag, and said, "Backward."

"What? You two are going to debut together! Huh?"

The whole class burst into laughter.

"Laugh, who dares to laugh?"

There was instant silence all around.

"I'd like to see what you've got inside?" He said, opening Murong Baobao's oversized schoolbag, "If you're going to die, it's just a big basketball, not a single book, you came to school to play, yeah clatter?"

"The book is in the drawer." Murong Baobao protested in a low voice.

"Have you learned how to talk back? Then what did you use to do your homework last night? I will be the first to check your homework later. If you haven't written it, you can try it! Don't think that if you become a sports student, you will stop studying. Let me tell you, Learning is just as important!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Baobao nodded his head.

"The next thing is you kid, tell me, what is in your arms?" Fat Dahai stared at Zhou Cheng with a death stare.

Zhou Cheng was dejected, and just about to take out the wontons in his arms, Zhang Zhipeng suddenly appeared at the door.I saw him carrying a leather cross-body schoolbag loosely, holding two birdcages, one large and one small, in his left and right hands, and standing at the door with a dazed expression on his face.

"What's going on?" He asked with his head out, speaking in an authentic local dialect, with a look of excitement on his face.

"You! Say! Pinch!" Pang Dahai gritted his teeth like a robot without oil, and looked back at Zhang Zhipeng after a pause.

"Run away!" Baobao gesticulated frantically to Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng walked back to his seat with his hands and feet, carefully put the wontons in the drawer, but found that the seat next to him was still empty.

"Song Zhiyu didn't come?" Zhou Cheng asked Guo Nanxing.

At this time, Guo Nanxing was already on the verge of death, and seeing that his tightly clamped legs were about to lose control, he said weakly, "This is rare for you... woo... What a strange thing, he often doesn't come for three days."

"This is the loneliness that an old Song man must bear." Murong Baobao said solemnly.

"Then what happened to him?" Zhou Cheng pointed to Guo Nanxing.

"You don't care what he is doing, he is answering the call of the god of toilets. Let's play basketball after class later!" Baobao patted the basketball in his schoolbag with a swaying face.

Looking at the empty seats around him, Zhou Cheng felt a little empty in his heart, afraid of losing him again, just like many years ago.If you don't come again, the wonton will be cold.

The author has something to say:

I have always thought that "you are special" is a very Su love sentence...